by Mac Flynn
I rushed past him, into the elevator, and gave a wave before the doors closed. My heart beat with excitement as I thought about entering that office again, his office. I could touch and dust anything I wanted and take in the scent of him. My body ached to seat itself in his chair. I could imagine myself leaning back and closing my eyes, and I would be surrounded by him. The only bittersweet part of the dream was he wouldn't be there.
Right then, though, that was all I could ask for and all I needed. After a painfully slow climb the elevator reached the fortieth floor and I stepped out. I tapped down the Long Walk, ignoring all the other cubicles in need of cleaning, and arrived at the secretary desks. Vitra's desk seemed to glare at me, so I stuck my tongue at it. Beside the desk sat the waste basket and a mischievous idea came to mind. I picked up the basket and dumped the contents onto the top of the desk. The crumpled paper, wads of food wrappers, and a slob of gum made for a nice Post-Modern piece of art. I couldn't leave it there, but I could enjoy it until I finished with the rest of the floor. Then I'd do a half-hearted job of cleaning the mess up.
I turned my attention to the pair of doors in front of me. There was the entrance to heaven, the domain of the one I loved. I wheeled my cart over and tested the knobs. Unlocked which was a good thing because I'd forgotten to ask Tom for the keys to the room. I pushed open both doors and pushed my supplies into his domain.
My enraptured mind was slow to take in the warning signs in the room. There was a small, lit lamp on the desk, and the chair was turned so the back faced me. A tell-tale briefcase on the floor hinted that I wasn't alone. All of these were ignored by my mind that was so desperate to enjoy the presence of him. I closed the doors behind me and turned to the seat which was then the focus of my lustful mind's attention.
That's when I heard the shuffle of paper and the chair swiveled around to reveal Alec Strong himself. In his hands was a few sheets of paper, and on his face was a frown. "Tom, you know I don't like to be disturbed-" His eyes fell on me and he stopped swiveling. A sly smile replaced his frown. "Hello again."
I let out an eep and hit the wall. "M-Mr. Strong! I-I didn't know you were going to be in here! I-I can leave if you want me to!" I shoved my cart towards the door, but it caught on a rug on the floor.
"Wait a moment." I turned in time to see Strong stand from his chair. He gestured to the seat opposite him. "We have some business to discuss. Why not talk about it now?"
"B-business?" The only business my flirtatious mind could conjure up didn't involve paper, but it did involve a lot of pushing.
He held up a piece of paper in his hand, and I recognized the wrinkled remains of my resume. "Your application for the job."
"O-oh! That business! Um, shouldn't we deal with this tomorrow? I mean, I'm sure you're still looking through that big stack and-"
"No, I've finished. I was only looking through the finalists when you entered," he told me.
I blinked at him. "Does that mean that I'm-well, that I'm-"
He grinned. "A finalist? Yes, but I have some questions I want to ask. If you would just take a seat we can get started." I reluctantly left my cart and the wall, and slipped into the chair opposite him. He leaned over the desk and set my resume on the top between us. "As we discussed earlier, you don't have very many qualifications for the job."
My hands fidgeted in my lap. I wished to be any place other than here. My body still ached for him to touch me, to take me with all the ferocity of a lover. "Y-yes, sir."
"And you seem to have the position of janitor with the company," he continued. His cool, commanding voice excited my feminine instincts. They demanded I blurt out my true feelings and beg him to take me, to ravish me. I bit my lip and nodded. Strong stood and sauntered around to the desk where he leaned his cute rear against the front before me. I felt his eyes on me as he watched my every reaction. "What would you rather be doing? What are your goals?" he asked me. I shrugged. "Surely you have some dream," he persisted.
I swallowed some of my desire and dared to speak. "I-I don't really have any. I'd drop everything if I could get married, but-" My god, I was babbling my secret desires to my handsome boss.
"But what?" he asked me.
I cringed and gestured down at myself. "I don't really see that happening."
He inspected-dared I hope, admired-my physique. "I don't see any problem there." Out of the corners of my eyes I saw him tap a finger against his temple. "Maybe the problem is up there."
I snorted. "You sound just like Tom."
"Tom's got a lot of sense in his head, but I want to know more about you," he argued. He paused. "Your hands are shaking. Are you cold?"
I shook my head. "No, just-um, just a-um, an uncomfortable chair."
He gestured to the couch against the wall behind me and opposite my cart. "Why don't we have a seat on the couch. It's very comfortable."
My eyes widened and I whipped my head up. "No!" I yelped. He started back, but there was a teasing ghost of a smile on his lips. I cleared my throat and shook my head. "I mean, no, that's fine."
He chuckled. The sound rang through me like the din of wind chimes on a hot summer's day. "It won't hurt to sit there, I promise. Here, let me show you." Strong grabbed my arm and pulled me from the chair. He led me to the couch and seated us on neighboring cushions. "See? Isn't that comfortable?"
"Y-yeah, but I should really be going. Work to do and-" I tried to stand, but he grabbed my hand and gently set me back down on the cushion.
He looked into my eyes and I saw the same intensity as earlier. "We both know that's not what you want?"
"W-we do?" I squeaked.
His smile widened. "I have a confession to make. It wasn't by chance that you came upon the application, and I know who sent you those flowers tonight."
I furrowed my brow and studied his face. "It was. . .it was really you?"
He bowed his head. "Yes. I've been watching you for quite a while. You and Tom aren't the only ones with late hours." He reached over and cupped one of my cheeks in his firm palm. "You have no idea how beautiful you are. Your body, your mind, all of you drives me to distraction."
His words tossed fuel on the fire of my lust. My body warmed with each soft whisper from his sweet lips. His heated eyes warmed me to the bone and ignited a desire neither of us could control, nor did we want to. Unfortunately, there was still so many divides, so many differences.
"M-Mr. Strong, I-I-" He leaned forward and captured my lips with his own.
I groaned as his tongue pushed into my mouth and fought with mine. His hands clutched my wide hips, and one dared slip beneath my shirt to fondle my breast. I gasped and pulled us apart. I looked into his eyes and saw a reflection of my own desires, my own need for a pleasure only he could appease.
His voice was a whisper filled with lust and cool, dominant demand. "My god, you're beautiful," he whispered.
He lunged at me like a wild animal and I fell back against the cushion beside me. His hands were everywhere over my body. He swept over my thighs and hips with the intensity and softness of a lover. His fingers toyed with my bra until it fell away, and then his hands captured my soft, luscious mounds in his grasp. He teased me, fondling and pushing my mounds together. I squirmed and encouraged him by pushing myself into his hold, into his power.
His lips were no idle. They blazed trails along my neck and collar. He pulled my shirt off me and paused. His eyes looked on my nakedness with such a burning desire that I was afraid I would be consumed by the heat. I tried to cover myself, but he pulled apart my hands. He leaned down and teasingly captured a bud between his lips. He suckled and pulled. I leaned my head back and bit my lip.
I whimpered when he pulled his soft, warm lips away. "I want to hear your moans," he growled.
My heart quickened and he returned to making love to my breasts. I moaned and squirmed beneath him. My thighs were soaked with my juices.. The ach
e between my legs begged to be satisfied. He knew it, and one of his hands reached down and unbuttoned my jeans. His fingers slipped beneath the waistband and touched the sensitive nub beneath the folds of skin. My eyes widened and I jumped into his fingers. He slipped a leg over mine to keep me down and began working his magic on the bundle of nerves between my legs. His finger slipped to and fro. Each stroke sent tingles of pleasure rippling through my body.
I couldn't take it any more. "Please," I pleaded.
He raised his head from my breast and his voice was a hoarse whisper. "Please what?"
"Please take me. Make me yours," I begged.
He raised himself off me and our clothes were tossed aside. We were naked and covered in sweat. Our tense bodies demanded union. My lover lay himself over me and his member teased my wet, hot entrance. He pushed himself slowly into me, savoring the feel as my inviting walls enclosed him in their softness. I groaned as he rubbed against me and filled me with himself. He was thick and stiff, and we fit perfectly together.
He pulled back and penetrated me, this time with more force. I gasped and clutched his shoulders. He groaned into my ear. "So. . .tight," he growled through clenched teeth.
"More," I pleaded. I knew nothing else but the need to appease the fire burning inside me.
He grasped my thick thighs and thrust again and again. Each penetration was faster and deeper. I leaned my head back and rocked my hips against his. I reveled in the feel of him inside me, pleasuring me with himself. His groans and grunts heightened my pleasure. His lust was mine. We were one body and soul, and our only demand was to satisfy the carnal hunger inside us.
I felt the tingles of my orgasm threaten to consume me. My hands clutched onto his back and I arched my back for deeper penetration. He quickened his speed. I couldn't follow. I could only feel, and all I felt was his thick member pumping into me as his grunts filled the air. My eyes widened as my orgasm swept me away into a bliss I could never have imagined. Every nerve in my body tingled with rippling, lustful pleasure.
"Yes! Yes!" I screamed to my lover. He grunted in reply and thrust harder into me. A few more moments and he tensed and spilled into me. He fell forward over me and his face was buried into the cushion just above my head.
As delightfully warm as he was, I had one problem. "Air," I wheezed.
He sighed and rolled off me onto his side, but his arms wrapped around my body and pulled me against his chest. I snuggled into his warm muscles and tried to catch my breath. A teasing thought came to my mind and I snorted.
He looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. "What's so funny?" he asked me.
"Does this mean I have the job?" I teased.
He chuckled. "And my heart."
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